The Graduate.

The other night I had a dream about my beach house. I call it that because in the most simplest ways it is my beach house. It is the beach house I have dreamt about many nights since I was fifteen. It is the perfect place. The place where dreams and reality collide. The place where I am me, and everything around me is me too. My beach house centers me. The waves crash against the shore. The moon shines and creates glimmering ripples on the surface of the ocean, even when the night sky is cloudy. My dog is there. In my dream I was sitting on the veranda. In the rocking chair, softly rocking, buck was laying beside me, my hand was gently petting his head (I really miss that). We were just there. Just us. Just being. No trouble, no drama. Just peace.

I'm really not sure why I felt the need to open with that. I think it is my own little connection to peace in all the mayhem. I felt calm and connected and I long for that feeling in everyday life.

Anyway, this semester is ending this week. I am also graduating from Butte College this week. (that has been a seriously long time coming.) I am mostly excited, but not jumping out of my seat excited, I mean seriously, this is only Butte College, and only a step to more school and more future. but I am not complaining.

So you may be wondering, as I am also, how does this tie in with the beach house, and when I figure that out, I will let you know. For now you can bet that I would really like to be at the fictional beach house of my dreams. So let's pretend, right now that the waves are crashing. the moon is shining and my dog is lying next to me. And with a deep salty-sea air breath, I am at peace.

The End of the Semester Blues

I Hate this semester.

It feels like somewhere in February, someone pressed the Slow-Motion button.

I woke up today, excited because it was thursday. excited because this week was almost over and it was one week closer to finals. I showered and got dressed all the time thinking "YAY THURSDAY" and then I looked at the clock in the kitchen. the one that said it was fifty-eight degrees, seven o'clock in the morning on TUESDAY may 11. Yes that is what it said, Tuesday. for about 5 seconds i thought, well that must not be right. until i remembered that yesterday was Monday. so Yes today is tuesday.

Tuesday is probably my least favorite day of the week. well, and monday of course.

So right now I am waiting to go to the class I hate with unnamed putz teacher who NEVER shuts up about irrelevant nonsense. NO Mr. I don't care that you were once in a punk band that traveled Europe, I don't care that you drove the bus. I also don't care how well you play guitar, or how great at writing songs you are. I don't care that you knocked up your Fiancee and will soon be ruining the life of a child. I don't care about your political views, or your dislike for whatever you are in the mood for disliking. I also Really don't care that you went to college for most of your life and you think you are gods gift to us. I am here to learn World Civilizations. Not ALL ABOUT YOU!

So in the spirit of "Looking on the Bright-side" I am looking forward to June. To Summer, to this semester being over. but more immediately I am looking forward to 2:00, when I will no longer have to be in class today. When the day will be edging closer to tomorrow, which by the way is one day closer to thursday. and one day closer to the end of this crappy semester.